Just a fun poem about my cravings for Del Taco LOL
You're my weakness, my Achilles' heel.
You're my poison, what I crave every meal.
I know you're bad for me, but I always want more.
I think of you every time I walk out of the door.
You call to me, "Spicy chicken burrito? Or three turkey tacos?"
You grab my lips and say for me, "No thank you, but extra hot sauce I suppose."
I have to let you go because after I'm done with you, I'm always alone in a food coma.
I feel disgusted and dirty after I wake up feeling like Hillary Clinton's grandma.
So Goodbye. Adios. Sayonara.
[Until Next Time]